Deep pissitude!
Jun. 16th, 2005 04:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Ever had a day that just sucked?
I mean sucked, frequently without any particular reason. Well, this one started out sucky and got worse. I woke up annoyed, I spent the morning annoyed, I knew I had to go up to the Homestead and help Gino get things out of the Shire's storage thing (since I have the Van the Size of France, don't you know) and I was annoyed about that, and I was further annoyed because I wasn't getting off my ass to get out of the house and get it over with. And then as I was ready to finally go, Lewis decides that we have to deal with KWHS Right Now which blows another hour.
So, lacking a shower or any food other than a bowl of cereal, I get into France and head north. On the way I get a call from Lewis reminding me to put the Shire's torch-thing in the van (which I had), call my sister to talk about what to get Mom for her birthday next week (which she feels the need to Think About a lot harder than I do), get a call from my mom asking why the laser is acting up (no idea, I don't do hardware) and call Gino to say I'm on my way. It's not until after I was on the turnpike and couldn't turn around that Gino called back and said 'we won't actually be there until 4'. So there goes and hour and a half and a lot of gas.
Mind you, I'd been fairly grumpy about having to run up to the Homestead anyway. Not because of Gino and Lisa, but just because of...grumpitude. I don't even _want_ to go to Landsknecht this weekend. Not for any particular reason that I can see; I just can't be arsed to pack and go up there and set up and help other people set up and run a heraldry table and do dishes and tear down and pack up and make five trips to wherever we're putting the Shire stuff _now_ and probably manage one shower all weekend and come home aching and smelly and with a whole lot _more_ laundry.
I think I'm maybe a bit burned out on the SCA right now.
I know as soon as I'm up there and the tent's up I'll be all right. There are a lot of people I want to see, and Lewis's _brother_ will be there of all things, and I'll get to go BOOM, and all of that. But right now I am _so_ unmotivated...
So I drove home. Got cut off, and cursed a lot. The air conditioning was too cold and opening the window was too hot and too loud and the radio was playing all songs I hate. I stopped at the grocery and picked up Chinese lunch and snacky bits. I try to avoid food therapy, but sometimes you just have to...
Knocked the phone into the trash can when I sat down to eat. Almost threw it across the room. Then managed about five bites of Chinese food before the stomachache hit. At which point my sister called, and the handset I picked up started beeping, and I had to run into the kitchen to stay on the line with her. She wanted to talk _more_ about what to get mom, and then talked at me for like twenty minutes about her crazy cat who I just _cannot_ deal with right now.
I put lunch in the fridge and decided I'd had it. Went upstairs and grumbled at poor Lewis. Called Lisa and said 'can we not do it tonight', to which she agreed. Took out my rat, turned on the AC because it's sticky, grumlbed at Lewis a bit more, and I'm feeling some better now.
Off to write for a bit.
I mean sucked, frequently without any particular reason. Well, this one started out sucky and got worse. I woke up annoyed, I spent the morning annoyed, I knew I had to go up to the Homestead and help Gino get things out of the Shire's storage thing (since I have the Van the Size of France, don't you know) and I was annoyed about that, and I was further annoyed because I wasn't getting off my ass to get out of the house and get it over with. And then as I was ready to finally go, Lewis decides that we have to deal with KWHS Right Now which blows another hour.
So, lacking a shower or any food other than a bowl of cereal, I get into France and head north. On the way I get a call from Lewis reminding me to put the Shire's torch-thing in the van (which I had), call my sister to talk about what to get Mom for her birthday next week (which she feels the need to Think About a lot harder than I do), get a call from my mom asking why the laser is acting up (no idea, I don't do hardware) and call Gino to say I'm on my way. It's not until after I was on the turnpike and couldn't turn around that Gino called back and said 'we won't actually be there until 4'. So there goes and hour and a half and a lot of gas.
Mind you, I'd been fairly grumpy about having to run up to the Homestead anyway. Not because of Gino and Lisa, but just because of...grumpitude. I don't even _want_ to go to Landsknecht this weekend. Not for any particular reason that I can see; I just can't be arsed to pack and go up there and set up and help other people set up and run a heraldry table and do dishes and tear down and pack up and make five trips to wherever we're putting the Shire stuff _now_ and probably manage one shower all weekend and come home aching and smelly and with a whole lot _more_ laundry.
I think I'm maybe a bit burned out on the SCA right now.
I know as soon as I'm up there and the tent's up I'll be all right. There are a lot of people I want to see, and Lewis's _brother_ will be there of all things, and I'll get to go BOOM, and all of that. But right now I am _so_ unmotivated...
So I drove home. Got cut off, and cursed a lot. The air conditioning was too cold and opening the window was too hot and too loud and the radio was playing all songs I hate. I stopped at the grocery and picked up Chinese lunch and snacky bits. I try to avoid food therapy, but sometimes you just have to...
Knocked the phone into the trash can when I sat down to eat. Almost threw it across the room. Then managed about five bites of Chinese food before the stomachache hit. At which point my sister called, and the handset I picked up started beeping, and I had to run into the kitchen to stay on the line with her. She wanted to talk _more_ about what to get mom, and then talked at me for like twenty minutes about her crazy cat who I just _cannot_ deal with right now.
I put lunch in the fridge and decided I'd had it. Went upstairs and grumbled at poor Lewis. Called Lisa and said 'can we not do it tonight', to which she agreed. Took out my rat, turned on the AC because it's sticky, grumlbed at Lewis a bit more, and I'm feeling some better now.
Off to write for a bit.
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Date: 2005-06-16 02:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-16 02:46 pm (UTC)Thanks.
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Date: 2005-06-16 06:07 pm (UTC)(for what little amusement there might be in it - I completely misread your "mood" line)
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Date: 2005-06-16 06:34 pm (UTC)I'm trying to figure out how you misread that, and I'm not sure I want to know...
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Date: 2005-06-16 09:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-17 07:19 am (UTC)*laughs*
Okay...
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Date: 2005-06-17 11:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-16 06:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-16 06:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-16 07:28 pm (UTC)Raspberry vodka, too?
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Date: 2005-06-17 04:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-16 08:29 pm (UTC)I think it's natural to go through bouts of that.
I'm sorry you had such a rough day, and I hope tomorrow is better.
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Date: 2005-06-17 07:19 am (UTC)